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letra de dancin' on ya grave - natas

(mastamind)
no longer shall anyone be saved
mastamind will no longer behave
motherf-ckers like you has got me trippin
got my personality flippin
so now… it’s time to flip the clip in
you stepped into a zone that’s forbidden
death notices, i’m bein real
i’m a scratch n-a-t-a-s up and down your chest
p-ss me all the necessary utensils
p-ss that mic and run the instrumentals
i wanna rock that deadly rock that don’t stop
come on doo wop to this glory h-lly crazy hip hop
from the moon to the sun i’ma break it down deep
ain’t no sleepin so ya get’s no sleep
fools want to get wit’ me, here i am come get me
take a trip to that underground city
walkin on h-ll’s floors, walkin through h-ll’s doors
you f-cked around and now h-ll’s yours
on top of ya grave, mastamind grandstands
you never seen a n-gga do a h-ll of a grave dance
they say i’m illin like a villain, but f-ck ’em
i’m chillin… while i’m dancin on ya grave

(hook)
everybody’s dancin
dancin on graves
you never seen a n-gga do a h-ll of a grave dance
they say i’m
dancin on graves, dancin on graves
dancin on graves

(esham)
as i be boogyin, what could be better than
amen another sin, dancin on graves again
footprints all in the dirt, blood’s on my t shirt
i p-ss on your grave, so watch a straight g work
i’m homicidal vital, so watch me rock my recital
the u-n-h-o-l-y is my motherf-ckin t-tle
n-a-t-a-s, funky fresh in the flesh
flesh fresh funky, i’m a hip hop junkie
i drop mad styles, my styles get mad
but some get mad at me, but that’s too f-ckin bad
if you wanna get some, you could be a victim
and bring your b-tch so she can suck my d-ck some
slide down a razorblade b-tt naked
but when you scream, don’t fake it
or i’mma dance on your grave

(hook 2x)

(mastamind)
me and the boogieman
boogyin down round your burial grounds
now… how that sound?
the milly milly gat is packed
all i can say is watch your back
why would you tamper with a maniac? reasons unknown
so where the microphone, i’m carvin your head stone
in the name of rlp
i’ve gone r-i-p of all n-ggas to f-ck with- why me?
i’m from the home of the brave, where n-ggas don’t miss
you got a death wish? cool we can do this
it’s you against me, and e, and t-n-t
hurry, hurry, run n-gga… stop flippin
you can run but don’t hide, cause i’ma still hit ya
natas is comin to getcha

(esham)
i do my rain dance, pain dance, slam dance
body slam sh-t, godd-mn
i feel like slittin a throat
but i’d rather just float
on a track with the rhyme that i wrote
some can’t cope, but hope i’m not dope
my suicide solution- provoked, you get smoked
rlp is what they’re tellin me, sellin me g
mastamind, esham, and tnt
mortification is my next demonstration
this has been another reel life creation
rotten bodies are hobbies for a psycho
and if you die… man, i just might go
dancin on your grave a little bit
talk a little sh-t, so you can suck my d-ck
n-a-t-a-s, h-ll yes, we be dancin on your grave

(hook)
everybody’s dancin
dancin on graves
you never seen a n-gga do a h-ll of a grave dance
they say i’m
dancin on graves, dancin on graves
dancin on graves
(repeats till end)

- natas

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